(M/f, con; gang rape, ghostly revenge)
Lisa and Sharon
eremy followed the rest of the group as they
proceeded towards the end of their tour of Castle
Blackbern. He had spent the last two weeks wandering
the countryside of western England discovering as many
of its mysteries and delights as possible.
As he had always had a passion for castles and
the Middle Ages, he had included as many castles and
old ruins as he could in his explorations. This stop,
he felt, had been something of a waste. He had learned
nothing new from the lack-luster guide, and the castle
itself was far from being a better-preserved specimen.
For some reason, this tour was concluding in the
castle's Great Hall. The guide was going into a now
all too familiar litany about the castle's alleged
ghostly inhabitants. Why did tour guides feel the
necessity of ascribing a supernatural presence to their
One Broderick of Westshire had apparently sacked
this castle and put all of the castle's inhabitants to
the sword. The castle's princess, Gwenyth, was alleged
to roam the ruins and the castle grounds every 70 years
or so seeking a body she might possess and so seek her
revenge against all men for the slaughter that had
The guide did not know, nor did he care, about
the true extent of the horrors experienced by the
inhabitants of Castle Blackbern. He might have learned
that Gwenyth had in fact lived within these walls. She
had been the daughter of King Geoffry the Just, and his
wife, Queen Fayleen.
Life in King Geoffry's little kingdom had been
peaceful and pleasant. He was a wise ruler and his
land had been blessed with prosperity. Gwenyth was his
sole child to have survived and he loved her dearly. He
and the Queen contemplated which of dozens of suitors
might offer Gwenyth the best possible future and the
Though many of her contemporaries were long
since married, the King and Queen so loved their
daughter that they were in no hurry to be rid of her.
The peace of the region was broken when Sir
Broderick of Westshire pushed westward seeking to
expand his domain and wealth at the expense of his
neighbors. Sir Broderick was at best a loutish man
with base tastes who was the polar opposite of King
Geoffry. Where Geoffry was enlightened, Broderick was
ignorant. Where Geoffry was cultured, Broderick was
That Broderick was as yet unmarried was not
surprising as noblewomen fled from him. Broderick
cared not as his tastes ran toward corpulent kitchen
wenches, the larger and more numerous the better.
Geoffry's entire kingdom palled at the thought of
falling before a man such as Broderick, but fall they
most certainly would as Broderick had many soldiers and
mercenaries, all as brutal as he.
While Geoffry's men were gallant and courageous
fighters, they were vastly outnumbered by Broderick's
Sick at heart at the thought of her father's
kingdom falling to Broderick, and depressed further
that she was not a man and able to wield a sword on her
father's behalf, Gwenyth prayed ceaselessly that a way
might be found to prevent her father's seemingly
With Broderick and his forces less than a
fortnight away, Gwenyth realized that while she
certainly was not a man who might take to the battle
field, she was a woman who might fight with the weapons
God had given her. She rushed to her parents and
pleaded with them to offer her hand to Broderick.
Her parents raged against the suggestion! Her
father swore he would die first! Her mother sickened
at the thought of her daughter and the pig Broderick.
But Gwenyth's logic won out for she pointed out to her
father that his responsibilities extended to his subjects,
and she pointed out to both her parents that
should Blackbern fall to Broderick she most certainly
would not be free to marry a more suitable man.
Geoffry and Fayleen felt naught but grief as
they sent word of their offer to Broderick, and both
felt ever so much worse when Broderick unexpectedly
accepted. Knowing that only through her wits and sex
might Gwenyth preserve herself and bend Broderick to
her will, in the brief time left before Broderick's
arrival, Fayleen instructed Gwenyth as well she could
in the ways and manners of pleasing a man. Though she
would go to Broderick a virgin, Gwenyth would certainly
not go to him ignorant.
Too soon Broderick arrived at Blackbern and
promptly proved that the vile rumors of his countenance
and demeanor were all vastly understated. Geoffry's
soldiers pleaded for permission to strike out against
Broderick and his men. Though they would certainly
die, they would take Broderick and many of his men with
them, for they too loved sweet Gwenyth and despaired at
the thought of her bartered off to this man.
Geoffry could not sacrifice his honor though,
even for his daughter, and dismissed his men as he
sadly went to the Great Hall for the surrender of his
Broderick stormed into the Great Hall with cries
of "Where is she?" There to meet Broderick and his men
were Geoffry, Fayleen, and Gwenyth. Gwenyth's outward
beauty betrayed none of her inner anguish. She was a
magnificently beautiful young woman, lithe and
statuesque, with flowing coppery-brown auburn hair that
gleamed from the evening sun pouring through the window
behind her. Backlit as she was, her lush young body
was clearly outlined through the thin white gown she
Broderick strode up to Gwenyth and grasped her
gown. With one pull he ripped it from her body. She
now stood naked before the assembly and though her
fists were tightly clenched there was no other
surrender of her poise or dignity before this outrage.
Naked, Gwenyth was even more magnificent! Her
soft white skin was flawless. Her conical breasts
swelled proudly on her chest standing forth as firmly
and defiantly as Gwenyth now stood before Broderick.
Her smooth flat stomach terminated at her lush mat of
pubic hair as her long legs tapered gracefully to the
ground. Gwenyth's inner charms surpassed her outward
ones. She was intelligent, witty, and pleasant. She
was a woman with whom a man might spend a lifetime of
Gwenyth's glories were wasted on Broderick.
Ruined by a lifetime of fat wenches as ignorant as he,
Broderick could comprehend only quantity and was unable
to recognize quality when presented with it.
"What is this skinny baggage?" he roared! In an
insane rage Broderick ordered the castle sacked and its
inhabitants slaughtered! His men promptly and eagerly
spread out through the castle to carry out Broderick's
Geoffry's men were quickly slaughtered. Though
a few managed to mount a defense, it was far too little
and far too late. In no time the men were dead and any
female within the walls herded to the Great Hall.
There, before Geoffry, Fayleen and Gwenyth, Broderick's
men began to strip and rape the women they had found.
No consideration was given for rank or station as old
nurse Desmira, who had faithfully served Geoffry's
father before himself for all her 67 years, was raped
alongside Colleen, a cook's daughter, all of 10 years
Even sex proved no barrier as several page boys
found themselves bent over tables and impaled on the
phallic lances of Broderick's men.
Before he was killed, Geoffry was forced to
witness the stripping, raping, and disembowelment of
his good wife Fayleen.
Gwenyth witnessed all of the room's horrors as
soldier after soldier tore into her body. Usually
singly, some went so far as to rape her anally while
another was busy with her in a more traditional
fashion. One soldier, apparently unable to wield
nature's weapon, buried the hilt of his sword into her
ravaged cunt. The pommel smashed and ruptured
Gwenyth's uterus, while the wire wrapped handle ripped
the tender flesh of her womanhood. Surrounded by
screams and cries, Gwenyth mercifully expired.
he guide concluded his tour with the usual
pitch for gratuities and commenced to move the group
towards an exit from the hall. "What a load of bunk!"
thought Jeremy. The group's orderly exit was marred
when some fat slug of a woman slipped and fell.
"Surely Sir Broderick would have liked her,"
came a voice from behind Jeremy. He turned and beheld
a beautiful young woman. She was tall with the most
beautiful coppery-brown auburn hair he had ever seen.
To describe it as simply auburn would be to degrade it
for it seemed to possess a radiance of its own! Though
he just knew that she would have a figure to match her
face, he could see none of it as she was wearing some
sort of robe that covered her completely from her neck
right to the ground.
"Hello," Jeremy began. "I don't remember seeing
you on the tour earlier."
"I have been here for a while," the beautiful
girl replied. "I know of a lovely place. Wouldst
thou care to see it?"
Quite taken with her, Jeremy nodded dumbly and
followed the girl as she turned and exited the Hall.
The voices of the tour group faded behind them. Up
some stairs and down a corridor, Jeremy and the girl
emerged on the castle's battlement. She walked toward
the edge of the battlement, then turned and faced
Jeremy, the setting sun behind her making her lovely
hair gleam and shimmer as though an inner fire
"You're right," Jeremy said. "This view is
Reaching to the clasp of her cloak, the girl
said seductively, "It was not for the fields and
forests that I brought you here." With those words
she shrugged the cloak from her shoulders and let it
fall to the ground.
Jeremy's mouth dropped open noiselessly as he
stared at the luscious naked female standing before
him. Hers was the most exquisite body he had ever
seen. Her skin seemed unreal it was so flawless. Her
firm breasts thrust proudly forward surrendering not
at all to gravity's pull. Her taut, flat abdomen rose
above a thick mounded tuft of pussy fur that was the
same glorious color as the hair on her head. She
cupped her full breasts in her hands and pulled and
pinched her nipples making them stand even more erect
than they heretofore had.
Observing the bulge that was rapidly forming in
the front of Jeremy's slacks, the girl was well aware
of the effect she was creating.
"Doest my Lord approve of what he sees?" she
asked coquetishly. Jeremy could only nod dumbly.
"Wouldst my Lord care to disrobe as well then?"
The girl stood watching him, silently stroking
her breasts as Jeremy quickly stripped off his clothes.
When he was naked she lay on her cloak that she spread
out and with a single word instructed Jeremy to watch.
Her eyes never leaving his, she allowed her
fingers to flow over the swollen mounds of her breasts.
Her long fingers rolled her nipples and slipped lightly
over the swell of her firm, ripe treasures. Down over
her tight stomach they rippled until they reached the
thick forest of hair at her junction. They playfully
explored this forest, ultimately tugging on the hair
making it appear even more full and mounded. Lower her
fingers worked, rubbing over the full thick lips that
flanked her sex slit.
The sight before Jeremy was overwhelming. She
was so beautiful! She seemed to exude sexuality! It
was all he could do to wrap his hand around his
painfully swollen cock and squeeze it and pump it in
response to this bewitching creature masturbating
herself before him. Closer and closer Jeremy came to
spurting his release.
The girl sensed this and raised her legs,
spreading her thighs widely. The full lips of her
cunt parted, offering Jeremy a glimpse of the delight
within. With her hands by her knees the girl held
herself fully open, offering herself to Jeremy.
She stared straight into his eyes and asked,
"Does not my Lord desire me?"
Still speechless, Jeremy threw himself on top
of the girl and settled himself between her legs. His
throbbing cock stabbed blindly at her crotch as Jeremy
tried desperately to find her lush opening. On one
lucky thrust, the head of his cock slipped between her
full cunt lips and he plunged deeply into her waiting
So driven was Jeremy by his lust that he did not
quite comprehend that this cunt he was so buried in had
none of the warmth of other cunts he had sampled. This
cunt was cold! But its tightness did register with
him. When he tried to withdraw from her body, the
muscles of her womanhood clasped him so tightly that he
felt as though his cock could be ripped away if he
tried to withdraw fully. Only short strokes were
permitted, but short, staccato thrusts were exactly in
keeping with his obsessed, lustful taking of this
beautiful young woman.
So lost was he in his own pleasure that Jeremy
failed to notice the waves of agony that passed over
the girl's features. A strangled primal scream leaked
forth from the girl's throat, but Jeremy, misinter
preting her cry, believed she was vocalizing her
pleasure and falsely coaxed her on.
"Oh yeah baby! Come for me! Come for me!"
Harder and faster he drove into her bringing
himself closer and closer to release. The girl could
feel Jeremy's approaching climax as the pace and
intensity of his thrusts became more obsessed.
"Oh my Lord. Wouldst thou give me thine
essence?" The girl asked.
"Oh yes baby," Jeremy moaned. "Oh yes!"
She again asked, "Wouldst thou freely give unto
me his life essence?"
"Oh yes baby," Jeremy again moaned mindlessly.
"Oh baby! I'm coming!"
Jeremy's drove his hard shaft deep into the
girl's receptive well. His body stiffened and he
shuddered as spurt after spurt thudded into her depths.
An eerie smile passed over the girl's lips.
"Then enjoy thy moment of pleasure as though it
were thy last as a man." The girl added, "For most
truly it is."
Her words only barely managed to filter through
Jeremy's post-orgasmic haze, but they registered
sufficiently for him to lift his body off hers and look
into her face.
She looked back at him and her eyes took on an
unearthly quality. She began to laugh. Indeed for
some reason, Jeremy immediately realized that this was
the first time since he had met this girl that a sad
and pervading gloom did not seem to hang about her.
As she laughed a red mist slowly began to form about
them. Her eyes continued to bore into Jeremy's soul
and they sparkled as she continued to laugh. Her body
began to take on a translucent glow as the mist grew
denser and still she laughed. Her translucence changed
to an ever-increasing degree of transparency as the
mist seemed to cling to Jeremy and still she laughed!
Panic overwhelmed Jeremy. He tore himself away
from the girl and stumbled backward, his eyes never
leaving hers. His flesh tingled and crawled. Without
another thought but to escape Jeremy scrambled to his
feet and fled the battlement. Down through the stair
ways and corridors of the castle he ran. Through the
now deserted Great Hall, out through the courtyard, and
out of the castle he ran, the echoes of the girl's
haunted laughter still ringing in his brain.
To the fact that he was totally nude he gave no
thought. To the fact that his flesh seemed to pulsate
with an energy of its own he was barely conscious. To
the sensation that as he ran his stride was changing,
his cadence altering he could not expend any mental or
physical energy. To flee was all that mattered! To
escape! Blindly, frantically he ran. Down the
approach road from the castle to the main road where
exhaustion and panic overtook him and he collapsed.
eremy first became aware of the low, murmured
sounds about him. His consciousness seemed as though
submerged in a deep, deep well. Though he kept swim
ming and kicking toward the surface he never quite
seemed to arrive there. It always seemed just a little
bit beyond him. And it seemed as though the body he
was trying to propel was not his, as though the arms
and legs he was moving did not respond as he knew they
should. To compound matters, there seemed to be a
force that kept pulling him back. Something that
didn't want to let him reach that surface.
Slowly the distance to the surface diminished.
Jeremy opened his eyes. It took a moment for him to
realize that the sounds about him were nurses methodi
cally going about their duties in the hospital he was
apparently in. As he lay there trying to bring his
mind into focus, a nurse walked into the room. Her
face lit up when she saw he was awake.
"Oh dearie," she cried. "You have no idea how
we've worried about you. Let me get the doctor and
tell him you've awakened. You've no idea what a lucky
lassie you are!"
Though still far from totally conscious, Jeremy
was still mentally alert enough to be struck aback by
the nurse's words. Lassie? He staggered out of bed
and across the room to a basin. When he looked into
the mirror above it, gazing back at him was a magnifi
cently beautiful young woman with thick, radiant auburn
Jeremy cried out, but what issued forth was a
soprano scream. He immediately passed out.
he Young woman lay naked in the bed absentmindedly stroking
the lush pelt at her delta and the deep pronounced
cleft between her legs. Her stroking was more as a
background to her contemplation than it was an attempt
at physical stimulation. She could not comprehend why
some remote corner of her brain felt itself to be male.
She heard the heavy footsteps of her physician, Dr.
Johnson, coming down the hall.
As her door opened, rather than attempt to cover
herself, she pushed the bedcovers down further with her
foot and spread her thighs wider apart.
Dr. Johnson froze in the doorway, riveted there
by the magnificent sight before him. He had romanced
many women, and as a physician had seen and examined
hundreds more, but never had he experienced the power
and magnetism of a woman's body such as he felt now.
The girl's eyes did not waver as they bored into
his soul, but the good doctor was more obsessed with
the pure female power that emanated from this beautiful
young girl. His eyes were locked on her fingers as
they danced and caressed over the moist folds of woman
hood spread before him. His cock rose in his trousers
making a huge and most unprofessional bulge. For the
first time in his practice, Dr. Johnson felt his pro
fessional demeanor and detachment slipping away only to
be replaced by an overwhelming lust for the sexual
enchantress before him.
The girl beckoned to him and he approached her
bedside as if in a daze. She reached out and cupped
his cock bulge through his pants. Gently she kneaded
and squeezed further inflaming him. Overcome with
desire, Dr. Johnson loosened his slacks and pushed them
The girl grasped his passion-engorged cock and
tugged it gently, forcing the doctor to climb onto the
bed with the girl and position himself between her wide
spread thighs. She placed the head of his cock at the
entrance to her cunt and let the good doctor do the
Swiftly he sank his cock into her depths. His
mind blotted out all thoughts other than the desire for
relief within this girl's body. Rhythmically his cock
pumped in and out of her tightly clasping cunt.
The girl heard a nurse's footsteps approaching
and she began screaming, "Oh dear God! Help Me! Some
one please help me!"
The nurse rushed into the room only to be con
fronted with the sight of Dr. Johnson's naked buttocks
frantically rising and falling as he drove his penis
into the moist receptive snatch beneath him. The nurse
too began screaming as she futilely attempted to pull
the doctor's body from atop the young girl.
alm had been restored on the floor. Dr.
Johnson had been taken away by a constable. His
associate sat next to the young girl's bed.
"I know you have been through a tremendous
ordeal, but if you could just bear with me for a bit
longer. I really do need a bit of information for my
"I understand," said the girl.
"Now, if I could have your name," the constable
"Certainly," replied the girl. "My name is
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